It's stories like these that make me feel depressed at the aspect of job hunting and working in general.
this
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Making the transition to adulthood is NOT easy when all that's promised to you is 40 years of working for various demanding superiors (or poverty and life in the gutter, if working ain't your thing). I'm trying SO HARD to be optimistic about all this, but it ain't easy when even the interesting things in your life (that CAN bring an income) will probably be ruined for you by doing it 6-8 hours per day. Frankly, i'm not sure that there's anything that wouldn't, as Lagslayer puts it, get oppressively stale for me before long, at least not in terms of paying jobs. And that, my dear internet peoplefriends, is why i currently think that growing up sucks. :I
In other news, my mom says that she's kind of worried about my lack of social activities, and well... She's not wrong to be so. I am an introvert, but that's not really an excuse to be isolating myself in this manner. But in my own defense, most of my buds at uni seem to be mostly about drinking and talking, and while i don't mind talking, drinking isn't my deal. On top of that, i find it very difficult to let people get closer than "bud". I'm uncomfortable about inviting people home, and i'm a bit less uncomfortable about going to their places. It's just... I'm a terrible host, a rather unexciting guest, and have a very hard time determining whether our interests line up. I'm ALSO afraid of actively seeking contact with others, so the notion of calling someone and being like "YO LET'S HANG OUT" makes me uncomfortable. I wouldn't know how to hang out, and i'd take it disproportionately hard if they said no, even though it's probably not meant like that at all. So yeah, i probably have some social anxiety going on. :I